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short funny poem

eu estou morrendo
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
irmão, eu sou fogo
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
você diz que você me ama
a luz retirada
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe

 



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